#my parents had a book on How To Handle Your Special Child when i was a kid lololololol

[clotpolesonly]

the count of people who have asked me if i am/suggested i might be autistic in the last year or so is now up to 6 -- 5 of them autistic themselves and one a lifelong friend whose boyfriend is on the spectrum 😂 soooooo that's something to take into consideration lmao

[edoro]

@nerves-nebula 25m see now im curious about your opinion on her.. idk shit about shit (havent read enough yet)

(in reponse to this post)

my opinion about Elizabeth Loftus is largely negative lmao. i think that her work in the area of recovered memories of sexual abuse has been profoundly damaging on a cultural level.

so, Elizabeth Loftus is a researcher who specializes in the area of memory. she's done a lot of work around the reliability of eyewitness testimony in court cases and how witnesses can be led or influenced, which imo IS very good and valuable, i think it's pretty obvious why

however she is ALSO a major figure in the debate about the validity of recovered memories of sexual abuse (in general and also specifically as admissible evidence in court) and her position is that That Doesn't Happen. she has spent a huge chunk of her career fighting against the idea that people can recover memories of csa that they weren't previously consciously aware of.

she was on the scientific advisory board of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, a group that was created and staffed by people who were accused of sexually abusing their children. notable founding members of the group include the parents of Jennifer Freyd, a researcher who has done a lot of work around repression and recovery of traumatic memories, and who accused her father of having abused her as a child, which spurred him and her mother to found a whole foundation about how anyone who does this is a lying liar who lies.

(check out Freyd's book Betrayal Trauma for her theories about the mechanisms behind repression of childhood abuse)

the False Memory Syndrome Foundation contributed HEAVILY to the still-present social idea that repressed memories are fake, recovered memories are fake, people don't forget trauma, and anyone who claims to have recovered memories of childhood abuse as an adult is either lying on purpose or was misled and had memories implanted into them

(a brief sidebar: there ARE cases where i think it's valid and good to question a therapeutic technique or handling of witnesses. hypnosis therapy is highly unreliable because it puts people into a very suggestible state and then someone they see as an authority figure Suggests Things To Them. a therapist should not try to convince someone they were sexually abused on the basis of vague problems like anxiety and depression. there was a lot of questionable at best handling of child witnesses in the McMartin Satanic ritual abuse case, which is kind of what led to the wider cultural controversy about repressed/recovered memories.

however, i think we can also all see that a group of people who were accused of abusing their children creating a group to invent a syndrome where the primary symptom is "accuses your parents of abusing you EVEN THOUGH WE WOULD NEVER, you lying ungrateful brat" and then being widely believed is, maybe, throwing the baby out with the bathwater when it comes to this sort of thing)

Elizabeth Loftus has done a variety of experiments about the reliability of memory, such as the "lost in the mall" experiment, where researchers were able to get a significant portion of participants to believe a false story about them getting lost in the mall as children, and various ones testing people's ability to reliably recall small details from chaotic or disturbing scenes, like a video of a car crash or the scene of a crime.

she has then extrapolated from the results of these experiments - that people who see a video of a crime, then see a news report of the crime, will mix up facts from both, or that people whose parents tell them they were lost in the mall as a kid will believe they were lost in the mall as a kid - to conclude that it's impossible to accurately remember previously forgotten memories of being abused as a child.

this is all bullshit on a scientific level (i don't think you CAN reasonably extrapolate from her findings to how traumatic memories work, plus there are numerous other studies demonstrating quite clearly that people with 100% externally confirmed histories of sexual abuse can and do forget that it happened)

and also i think it's bullshit on a personal level, because i've had multiple experiences with both suddenly recalling a previously forgotten memory (traumatic AND non-traumatic) at various points in my life without anyone 'suggesting' them to me or 'leading' me to them, AND with getting reliable external confirmation from multiple sources who told the same story quite a while apart that i have forgotten a traumatic event i was present for, and even with being given details about it by multiple people, i still can't remember it happening

[skyechaser]

Bumbleby Bike Gang AU Part 1/?

The bar was usually quiet on tuesdays. Just the regulars showing up for their drinks and the eventual college idiots getting into shenanigans. Nothing seemed to indicate that this night was going to be any different. She couldn't be more wrong. Yang had owned the place, Ember, for about two years and she enjoyed her work a lot. She liked making drinks and talking to people. The blonde had some of the best stories to tell at parties and sometimes she could even give some well received advice.

It was almost two in the morning when she heard the roars. It was like a pack of wild bears was screaming directly into her ears. When they stopped they were replaced by voices. Then the door was thrown open and what could only be described as a gang entered her bar. There were around twenty five people, mostly men, in matching leather jackets. They all had the same logo on the back: the profile of a wolf like creature and the words "The White Fang".

I hope they don't cause me any trouble Yang thought to herself as they all sat sat down, making significant noise in the process. One of her waitresses, Nora, approached them to take their orders and the blonde held her breath, hoping the group would behave. After a couple of hours and many beers, the gang was starting to get on her nerves. Specially since some of them had made some stupid comments at Nora as she brought them their drinks. She had come pretty close to throwing them out but they were paying very good tips and her waitress said not to worry.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance" a soft voice said, very close to her. She turned her head to see a girl, around her own age, sitting in front of her. She had been so focused on the group she hadn't even noticed her approaching. She had amber eyes and black hair and something about her made it feel like they had already met.

"Its okay" a lie "I've had worst" a truth.

"Could I have a Coke, please?" the girl asked.

"Had enough to drink for the night?" Yang replied as she got what the other one requested.

"Oh, no" she replied "I don't drink" she smiled. Yang's heart skipped a beat. There was something about this girl but she couldn't wrap her finger around it yet.

"I'm Yang. What's your name?" she asked boldly.

"I'm Blake" the other one replied.

"How long have you been riding with these guys?"

"All my life" Blake answered "My parents founded the group"

"That's a long time to be on the road. Are they here?" Yang questioned as she looked at the clearly drunk group sitting not so far away from them.

"They left a while back" the black haired girl said, not understanding herself why she was telling her whole life story.

"And you stayed?"

"Yes"

Silence.

"They seem like an interesting group" Yang said, trying to break the tension.

"They can be... A lot to handle but I'm used to them by now"

"Excuse me if this offends you in any way but you do not seem like the biker gang type girl"

"None taken. I'm more low profile than the rest of our group. I'd rather stay and read a good book than get into trouble" Blake said.

"Any good reads you can recommend?" Yang asked and the other girl's eyes lit up like a child's in Christmas morning. They talked for what seemed hours about books, bar stories and family. Yang told her about her little sister Ruby and how she was studying to become a veterinarian. Blake, on the other hand, told her about all the places she had been in during her travels. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of breaking glass.

"I got it!" Nora said as she walked towards the table, her eyes visibly tired but her pockets full.

"Do they get into trouble often?" the blonde asked.

"It depends on Adam's mood mostly. He's our current leader"

"Blake!" a red haired man yelped drunkly "Come over here, love!"

"That's him. I gotta go. It was really nice talking to you, Yang" she smiled again and the blonde was finally able to realize what the deal was. She liked Blake. Everything about her was charming and enticing. It had been a while since she had liked someone so it didn't surprise her that she had missed the signs.

She watched Blake walking away and that's when she saw it. On her lower back she had a tattoo that read "Property of the White Fang".

Oh.

[coochiequeens]

After finding an article about a woman who had three kids and a husband that came out as trans I looked into what was going on in the family. Sure enough their middle child already came out as trans. And now the authors bio identifies her as trans..... But being trans isn't a social contagion

05.11.24

My wife surprised her coworkers when she came out as trans. Then they surprised her. She was ready for one reaction but was greeted with a beautiful response.

Society, pay attention. This is important.

My wife, Zoe, is transgender. She came out to us — the kids and me — last summer and then slowly spread her beautiful feminine wings with extended family, friends, and neighbors. A little coming out here, a little coming out there — you know how it is. It's been a slow, often challenging process of telling people something so personal and scary, but pretty much everyone has been amazing.

However, she dreaded coming out at the office. She works at a large technology company, managing a team of software developers in a predominantly male office environment. She's known many of her co-workers and employees for 15 or so years. They have called her "he" and "him" and "Mr." for a very long time. How would they handle the change?

While we have laws in place in Ontario, Canada, to protect the rights of transgender employees, it does not shield them from awkwardness, quiet judgment, or loss of workplace friendships. Your workplace may not become outright hostile, but it can sometimes become a difficult place to go to every day because people only tolerate you rather than fully accept you.

See rest of article

06.22.16

"Come with me. You’re going to meet the prime minister."

My family and I were sitting in the House of Commons in Ottawa on May 17, 2016, when a member of the Canadian Parliament came to find us. We exchanged surprised looks and quietly rose from our seats, making our way out into the halls of Canada’s most important edifice.

We were there because we’d been invited to witness history that day.

And now, quite unexpectedly, we were about to meet the man at the helm of this historic change: Justin Trudeau.

In order to understand why we were seconds away from this meeting, it’s important to know why we were asked to be there in the first place.

In many ways, my family is a fairly typical one, with two parents, three kids, and a house in the ‘burbs. I’m a writer, and my spouse works in high tech. We throw birthday parties, pay our taxes, cut the lawn, and walk the dogs.

Our family. If we were ice cream, we’d be vanilla.

Yes, we’re pretty average except for one thing: Two of our family members are transgender.

Just over two years ago, our middle child came out as trans.

Seeing her blossom from a depressed and distressed "boy" into the radiant young lady she is today was the catalyst my partner needed to speak her own truth 18 months later: She is a transgender woman.

See rest of article

ROWAN JETTÉ KNOX (formerly known as Amanda Jetté Knox) is an award-winning journalist, writer, certified professional coach, and human rights advocate with a special focus on LGBTQ2+ rights and mental health. Love Lives Here: A Story of Thriving in a Transgender Family was a #1 bestseller, an Indigo Best Book of the Year and Staff Pick of the Month, and was chosen for the 2020 Canada Reads Longlist. His work has been featured on the BBC, CBC, The Today Show, O Magazine, The Social, and The Marilyn Denis Show. He was a 2019 Chatelaine Woman of the Year, a 2020 Top 25 Woman of Influence, and was chosen as one of 2020’s Most Influential Parents by Today’s Parent. He was the 2020 gold winner in Best Column from the Canadian Digital Publishing Awards. He lives in Toronto.

[thedrunksoldier]

Okay.

I'm perfectly aware that no one will ever read that and that what I'm doing is totally useless, but for my sake, I have to write this somewhere, to somehow, put my feelings and thoughts about this short film on Tumblr and let it rot.

So, if by mistake you happen to read that, I guess, I made the right choice to take the time to write it.

Anyway. Let's go.

I just saw this little short starring Sebastian Stan, purely because I'm desperate fanboy who can't stop himself to follow the projects he is in, and... I kinda like it. It's fun, short, unsettling and I really dig his friendship/duo with Miles, but that's not my point.

If I'm writting this is all about what the short is about. And all I can take from it is...

Terry is a child.

Okay.

Heart me out. (And for what's following, I'll ask you to lose 12min of your time to see it. Sorry.)

Everything about Terry makes me think that in this story, he is a child unable to do, at first, with his mom finding love, aka having to deal with a (weird, very weird) step-dad, a man that is taking care of him mom when, he, the "man" of the house is not here.

After all, it's a common trope in movies/books and all, that the only child/oldest one, takes the responsability of the missing parent, and here, Terry has the same position, role. He's coming back from home, looking worried about his mom, being all suspicious about his "friend" hanging too much with his mom, even having some kind of digusting at the thought that, this "friend" of his could be intimate with this mom aka taking the place of his father.

On that note, the throwing ball in the yard ? Really father/son like, and I know, must be the joke of the short, that the friend became the new step-father, but still, I can't imagine that it's all that innocent/simple.

The fact that the mom is mute can also be seen at a way to express the idea of a mother that don't want to distraught his son, already a little strange and uneasy about this man, a woman that doesn't really know how to handle her special son.

CAUSE YEAH. Him never really taking out his magician costume, even at home? Childs do that. I used to do that, to wear, at home, my favorite clothes, my "costume" just cause I refused to quit my act. And that's what Terry the Terrfic is. A child obsessed with magic who doesn't want to get out of his persona/character. Of his passion.

To follow that, I'll add that when he gets home (more on the next point) he only brings his magic stuff, and after all, while would he pack anything else? He has what he needs at home, in his room, so with him, he only carry the "important stuff", as any child would do. Clothes, toothbrushes and all... It's not essential at the eyes of a child, but his favorite toys/stuff? They'll carry it anywhere, everywhere, just like Terry.

About him getting home. Yeah. Looks like he's being drive out by a grand-parent, any parent that would have him for a week-end, for a week or even an afternoon. It's just a kid getting home. Not an adult man deciding it's time to be here for his old mom. (Once again, no luggages but only the magic stuff and his costume.)

Him having a tantrum in his room, with the stuffed bear, the sleeping with mom picture? Just a little boy being overwhelmed about losing his mom, feeling like he's getting overshadowed by the step-dad.

Little Terry. Ah. The "dead dove." More like, Terry breaking his fav toy that he is nursing or just an egg he is carrying, hoping that by some kind of magic, he'll make it hatch. I mean, even the funeral in the bathroom really echoed to that, to that point in childhood where we all had to let go of a pet/made up friend/favorite toy. (The goldfish cliché)

When Howard ask him about joining/helping, for his magic stuff? Looks like a thing any step-dad would do to get close to his step-son. And Terry saying it's a solo thing? I mean, kids sometime don't like to share. Especially with adults that they don't like. It's the same thing as don't wanting to play with them.

And I know, Terry is played by a grow man, BUT. HEAR ME OUT.

Terry is a unrealiable narrator. After all, everything we see, is from his POV, so as a watcher, all we can do, is trust him and, could it be that strange that he sees himself as a grow up? A man? While for his mom and Howard he's just... A kid. Little Terry not being really happy about his step-dad in the house, taking the place of his dad, making his mom happy... A kid that doesn't want to quit his persona of the terrific magician. A kid who need the whole short to accept that his mom is happy, that Howard is a fucking strange dude but one with good intentions ence the final scene with them doing a little show for the mom. (I MEAN. WHO DIDNT DO A LITTLE SHOW FOR MOM AS A KID JUST TO SHOW OFF? Okay maybe not on a Lonely Island song but still. You get my point.)

I know it's a flawed interpretation, a rushed one but, as someone who didn't sleep that much, and knows that this will be lost in the limbo of Tumblr, it's acceptable. I also know it's just a short film not meant to be taking that seriously, a bit strange and silly but... I don't know, it kinda woke up the art student I once was and... Well. Here we are, with me seing too much stuff in The Magic of Passion.

[leoraannexx]

i took a long time, sorry

i sincerely apologize to this site for leaving it on hold for so long. I wanted to express so many things but I am yet to have adjusted with the technology nowadays. now, I have my laptop to put in all my thoughts for some release.

my best friend will be leaving in 2 1/2 months going abroad, and i don't think i am ready for another emotional breakdown at the end of this month. it bothers me a lot and makes me question why do the people i love needed to cross borders and pursue new paths without me. i am nearly being literally alone again.

been also doing some charity works on the side, it's very fulfilling but how i wish i get to do it with someone special in my life too. contemplating if i will be going abroad soon or maybe going to search for the love of my life too.

you know, when in two days you're going to be 30, then you are not getting any younger anymore, it's time to make big decisions for my future self.

these days i've been immersing in reading self-help books, actually, it's not really about helping my mental health, it's about empathizing and telling me straight to my face that i have to make a step for me to see the changes in my life unravel in this lifetime.

i love solitude, but how i wish i have someone to be with me in it.

lately, we had a lot of outings with my colleagues, those mini strolling and dinner days make me feel alive at times, not making me think of things like ending my life or so... i really treasure those memories. however, i still feel truly empty on the inside.

in my work, it has always been fulfilling, it's my grounding management to make me feel connected with people and reminding me of my sense of purpose. a lot of changes happened in the workplace (demands getting higher, inflation gets in the way of saving up, mental stress keeps growing because of needing to do counseling with parents as well ..aside from their children doing therapies with me) but those things don't make me depressed, i am just feeling anxious with the thought of being hyperfocused over fixing their problems that it consumes my leisure time and my own time to venture new paths while being a therapist.

i think this is the most random blog post i ever posted, but i find this site my home and i see the changes happening in my life over the decade. making blogs remind me that i have come this far and that i shouldn't waste my life over my thoughts that have no truth to it all.

right now, i am honestly in autopilot, working and earning, doing chores, having some time to go to mall whenever i can, doing shopping when i can and stuff.. all in a repeated cycle. i am not complaining with whatever is happening right now.

i am fully aware that i am just feeling exhausted and that this pre-birthday sadness keeps getting difficult for me to handle. maybe i needed a vacation but how can i do it when i am not even motivated to begin arranging it.

i am doing yoga/ pilates mostly in the mornings, it has been helping me and also doing my best at night to clean my room, organize my things, listen to music, play games on my gadgets just to keep my sanity each day. it is still working.

this is the most honest and vulnerable state i've been, maybe being 30 is really getting emotional in your adulthood. i still think like a child, adhd sucks, rejection sensitivity dysphoria (rsd) sucks, depression sucks, anxiety sucks, panic attacks suck. i hope i don't get much of those after i get 30. i am feeling the need to be strong.

i am leaving this here. hopefully it gets better.

[balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions]

Rewriting Balan Wonderworld, part 1 of ???

Starting off I'd change that title immediately.

Balan Wonderland.

Main characters: Balan(im gonna call him Adam in the story randomly, no I cant tell you why yet), Emma and Leo.

Inhabitants: Iben Bia, Yuri, Cal and Cass. (I cherry picked them, I think we should have less folks clogging the story.)

Antagonist: Lance (duh) they'd be less human shaped more spooky smog.

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Plot line(starting scene): Balan has created two children to train so they may take his place one day. Two peices of his heart so that they will have the strength and show manship he has. Coincidently Emma had most of the fight in her and Leo had the showmanship.

He names his apprentices Emma and Leo because it's rare a creature has a true name in wonderland and it's a gift that gives them a true self.

Plotline(after start): Lance during a training session sneaks in the safe bounds of each guests isle, and begins filling the people with doubt and starts stealing them away one by one.

Emma was the first to sense something was wrong, she always had a keen sense for when something was wrong. One by one they all travel to find clues on what happened, along with balan taking in the reasons the people were here. Balan never tried to pry too hard into peoples stories, but today he had to so he could better sense them, a special talent. The downside to balan taking in the stories is it started draining him mentally.

One story of a child seeing their kitten get run over, another bullied in school, a young bride to be losing her parents on Christmas eve, and lastly a man torn up from grief having lost his wife to cancer.

The two young maestros work to finally figure out where to find the guests, they also learn about Lance. From the way lance sounded they sounded like a real evil man, they would even say as much to Balan.

Balan would simply state,

"They aren't evil, they don't have that sort of thinking. They aren't a person, they are not even a man. Lance is a concept they dont have a heart like people do."

Emma and Leo were confused by this and boldly state that balan isnt a human and neither are they, what made them different. Balan would pause then state,

"I'm not from here. I'm human, I was bound here to control Lance, my name is Adam. I'm a human and your a part of me, you are my family in a way... no you are family, your my siblings. We are humans that are magically infused."

This rattled the two children, they were really humans, a peice of one that was by chance blessed with life. They were even more shocked seeing balans true face, a dark skinned man with thick long dreads and those amber eyes like pools of honey.

After this realization they got down to business to save the humans- to save their kind.

When the battle was raged against lance it was seemingly hopeless, what could contain such depressive energy? Who could handle and contain all this pain this beast absorbed?

Balan- no, Adam stepped forth and embraced this beast and absorbed all this negativity, letting it all taint his pure heart. Lance held so much pain, eons and eons of human suffering all festering like a disease. Adam took it all inside him finally containing this scared animalistic thing. He looked back at his brother and sister and smiled, hed speak finally,

"I've been neglecting my duty... I think it's time I stop holding all these demons here alone huh?"

Adam would teach the children how to turn this horrible amalgam into something nice again. All the pain was turned to small Negatis and Tim's, sweet creatures for eating your pain and cheering you up. In a strange way these were Adam's babies there had to be hundreds forming from his body.

In the end lance way gone, and Adam was gone. But in a way they lived on in new roles they sorely missed the good of. Emma and Leo got given roles of Maestro and Maestra and sent the healed people home.

Ending: they story would then pan out of a book where Balan would be reading from it to two babies that were clearly Emma and Leo.

The End...

Comment below to tell me your thoughts on this rough draft.

[burnin0akleaves]

maddie for character impression (get well soon king)

Going to power through this ilness just because you told me to now, I can't not do it. (Thank you)

First impression: Again, hazy memories, but pretty sure I was annoyed by her at first. I didn't hate her, but the scene with Jenny? Yeaah I was with Will on that one.

I warmed up to her pretty quickly after that, and seeing that she was actually deeply insecure and felt the need to prove herself won me over. I put myself in her shoes the whole book, and Maddie ended up being braver than I would be every single time. I remember being EXTREMELY stressed at the part where Will has to stay back and Maddie has to get the kids to safety alone, because I just thought about how horrifying it would be to have that much responsibility on my shoulders and to be forced to make decisions on my own without Will's guidance.

Proud to say that it has been quite a few years since then and that I would be able to handle a situation like that better now, but middle grade Howls was extremely impressed by Maddie.

Impression now: I love her! Maddie has so much depth to her and I think she is a great character. Has her mother's spirit, her father's wiseness and her uncle's willpower. Like, think about it for a second, the girl is literally surrounded by all the legends of Araluen. You bet your ass she will grow up to have the best parts of all of them.

Favourite Moment: Already talked about the part where she has to take charge in book twelve and how that had a big effect on me, but I also need to talk about the scene where she is forced to kill for the first time. I love that she didn't cower away in fear or kill in cold blood. She was faced with an extremely scary situation for a child, a man breaking into your room in the middle of the night to threaten you into silence, but she managed to control her fear and defend herself. The scene where Will comforts her and tells her how brave she was is extremely sweet, I'm glad that she got to be comforted like that.

Also the entirety of the Red Fox Clan duology? Her taking complete control of the situation in Escape From Falaise and dueling that one knight alone? VERY badass. I really hope her story continues.

Idea for a story: I want Araluen, and maybe the whole world, to face another crisis. Maybe something supernatural and world-ending. It starts from when Maddie is a ranger and at some point in the story she has to take charge of the entire kingdom as queen as well. She has her family to support her obviously, but none of them are in their prime anymore. At the end, she has to face the enemy herself, alone. I have bits and pieces of scenes floating around in my brain for this but nowhere near a full story, so thats all you're getting.

Unpopular opinion: People that hate Maddie but love Horace and Cassandra are complete hypocrites. She has great character development, and is a genuinely lovable character. Her growth isn't any less realistic than her parents, some people just hate TRR and pick it apart to find every single thing to complain about.

Favorite relationship: Will and Maddie. I love watching the royal family be together as well, but the uncle/niece relationship has a special place in my heart.

And when it comes to romantic stuff, I'm glad Maddie doesn't have a love interest forced into the plotline. Leaves room for queer headcanons and just... lets the girl be herself. You don't need to be in a relationship with someone. I do wish she got to make more friends, but I also understand why she really wouldn't get to. Being the princess and Will Treaty's apprentice at the same time doesn't really let you relax and socialise. I'm glad she has Ingrid at least, and I hope we'll get to see more of her at some point.

Favorite headcanon: Cassandra doesn't get to use her sling anymore as queen, but she is too sentimental to throw it away. When it becomes obvious that she won't get to use it again, she gives it to Maddie. The sling is very old and Maddie would never replace the weapon she is used to, let alone use her mother's sling that went through so much, but she holds on to it.

[dentalwellnessjourney]

Managing a Child's Dental Trauma: Tips from Emergency Pediatric Dentists

Imagine the panic a parent feels when their child takes a hard fall and knocks out a tooth. Dental trauma can be a scary and overwhelming experience, but with the right knowledge and care, the outcome can be much more positive. As the Emergency Pediatric Dentist Las Vegas at Adventure Smiles know all too well, managing dental injuries in children requires a calm, systematic approach.

Dental trauma is shockingly common, with studies showing that up to 30% of children experience some form of tooth injury by age 14. The most frequent causes are falls, sports accidents, and collisions. While the sight of a knocked-out or damaged tooth can be distressing, prompt and proper first aid can often save the tooth and prevent long-term complications.

Dental Trauma: The Facts

Dental injuries can range from chipped or cracked teeth to complete tooth loss. According to the International Association of Dental Traumatology, the most common types of dental trauma in children are:

Enamel fractures (cracked or chipped teeth) - 26-76% of cases

Enamel-dentin fractures - 11-30%

Concussion (tooth loosened but still in place) - 3-19%

Extrusion (partial tooth displacement) - 7-13%

Avulsion (complete tooth loss) - 1-16%

Immediate treatment is crucial, as the prognosis for a displaced or avulsed tooth depends heavily on how quickly it can be re-implanted or stabilized. One study found that only 10% of avulsed permanent teeth that were not immediately replanted had a favorable outcome, compared to 90% of those that were replanted within 30 minutes.

7 FAQs About Managing Pediatric Dental Trauma

If my child loses a permanent tooth, what steps should i take? Remain calm and find the tooth. Gently rinse it off, avoiding touching the root. Try to reinsert the tooth into the socket, holding it in place with a clean finger or by biting on a clean cloth. If that's not possible, place the tooth in a container of milk, saliva, or saline solution and get to an emergency dentist immediately. Time is of the essence - the tooth has the best chance of survival if replanted within 30 minutes.

How do I handle a chipped or cracked tooth? Use warm water to rinse your mouth and then apply a cold compress to the face in order to decrease swelling. Locate any broken tooth fragments and bring them to the dentist. Avoid giving the child anything to eat or drink until they are examined, as this could further damage the tooth.

What if my child's tooth is just loose or partially displaced? Gently try to reposition the tooth back into its normal alignment, but don't force it. Apply a cold compress and see a dentist right away. Avoid giving the child anything to eat or drink until they are examined by an Emergency Pediatric Dentist Las Vegas.

How can I prevent dental trauma in the first place? Proper use of mouthguards is crucial for children involved in sports. One study found that athletes who don't wear mouthguards are 60 times more likely to suffer dental injuries. Adventure Smiles offers custom-fitted mouthguards to protect your child's smile.

What if my child's baby tooth is injured? Even though baby teeth will eventually fall out, it's still important to seek prompt dental care. Untreated injuries can lead to problems with the developing permanent teeth. The dentist may need to stabilize or extract the damaged tooth.

How can I help my child stay calm during treatment? Remain positive and reassuring. Use the "tell-show-do" technique - explain what you're going to do, show them, then do it. Distract with toys, books, or videos. Praise them for being brave. The team at Adventure Smiles is specially trained in pediatric behavior management.

What are the long-term consequences of dental trauma? Untreated dental injuries can cause lifelong problems like misaligned bites, difficulty eating, and poor self-esteem. Prompt proper treatment is essential to prevent complications and preserve the health and appearance of the teeth.

Advice from the Experts

"As a pediatric dentist, I've seen firsthand how dental trauma can be a frightening experience for both children and parents. But with the right emergency response and follow-up care, the outcome can be very positive." - Dr. Sarah Johnson, Adventure Smiles "Time is of the essence when it comes to dental injuries. Parents need to act quickly, but also remain calm. Knowing the proper first aid steps can make all the difference in saving a tooth." - Dr. Michael Lee, Pediatric Dental Specialist

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Here are the references mentioned in the article:

International Association of Dental Traumatology Guidelines for the Management of Traumatic Dental Injuries: 3. Injuries in the Primary DentitionDay, P. F., Flores, M. T., O’Connell, A. C., Abbott, P. V., Tsilingaridis, G., Fouad, A. F., Cohenca, N., Lauridsen, E., Bourguignon, C., Hicks, L., Andreasen, J. O., Cehreli, Z. C., Harlamb, S., Kahler, B., Oginni, A., Semper, M., & Levin, L. (2020). International Association of Dental Traumatology guidelines for the management of traumatic dental injuries: 3. Injuries in the primary dentition. 

Dental Trauma in Children: A Quick Overview on Management(No author specified). (n.d.). Dental Trauma in Children: A Quick Overview on Management. 

Pediatricians' Knowledge of Emergency Management of Dental Trauma Injuries(No author specified). (2021, December 15). Pediatricians' Knowledge of Emergency Management of Dental Trauma Injuries. 

Management of Traumatic Dental Injuries: A Survey of Paediatric Emergency Department Health Professionals(No author specified). (n.d.). Management of traumatic dental injuries: a survey of pediatric emergency department health professionals. 

[wisdominfumbling]

Dealing with divorced parents

This subject is no joke to me, being a child of divorce has got to be one of the hardest things ever, it really gives you perspective and you learn stuff that other kids wouldnt know until they go to summer camp like packing your whole life into a medium sized bag.

From my experience as a child it was not bad, definitely weird and uncomfortable but not completely bad. I think it got worse as soon as I became a teenager and tuned into a bitch, now that im an adult I can admit that I was complicated, specially when it came to my relationship with my dad, I could be more than a handfull but on my side of the story, he´s a complicated person too, so it wasnt as easy as you would imagine, at the end i just had to learn how to read him correctly and figure out when to act wild and when to play by the book. Now that im 22, our relationship is definately better, we still argue but not as bad.

But there is a side on having divorced parents I had personally never experienced until I realized that it was my little sister´s version of divorced parents. A bad divorce.

The way you divorce your partner can mean everything when it comes to the kids. it is never easy but you can definately try to make the situation easier and more amicable, well this is not the part. My dad´s divorce with his ex wife was bad. He kinda ended up cheating so she will take the divorce, my uncle had just passed, I was acting complicated and he was developing and growing his own business (not easy at all).

Im not gonna lie, my dad is way different now than how he was in his late 20s early 30s, hes a better father now, even he recognizes it, so my sister is growing with the good part, im happy for her. But everything cant be perfect, if you have a good dad you gotta have a shitty mom and if you have a shitty dad you gotta have a good mom, well now you know which one she got. I know its been hard for her cause she has to kinda take a side at the end of the day and i know for a fact that she has to lie to each parent and you see them suffer in different ways, sometimes one more than the other. Or so you think, I always thought my mom had it worst cause she had to stay with me, care for me daily and handle my mess; But it was not until I moved in with my dad and started talking more in depth with him that I realized that he also suffered a lot from not living with me, there are things that he never got to experience with me, like driving me to school everyday and picking me up, having my friends over, waking up at night cause I had a fever or a nightmare, school prep the night before, doctor´s appointment, driving me to my friends houses, waking up at 4 am to pick me up from a party, etc.. And I know he hurts from that, fuck it, I hurt too he´s my dad.

And then there´s the part where you start blaming people, the mom, the dad, grandparents, relatives, bad friendship advice, myself just so you can justify in a way that the relationship between them didn´t work out. But its nobody´s fault, with time you end up realizing that it just didnt work out and at the end of the day it was for the better.

I have never liked having divorced parents but it happened and that is my life. I am destined to have two houses that would never completely feel like home, to have my life scattered in places, to explain that your parents are divorced after meeting someone new, to make one of your parents feel bad when you "pick" the other one to do something, to deal with steps and having to accept them even if you dont like them because they make your parents happy and you dont want to see them lonely. Definately not an easy task as a daughter, if im honest i think I got my fist grey hair cause of all of this, but if you´re reading this and you´re wondering.. yes I till believe in love and happy ever after, maybe I can tell you about it another time.

[explode-this]

If you struggle with substance use/misuse, please know that there are more options available to you than Alcoholics Anonymous or other 12 step programs. I am not saying this to cast aspersions on AA or other groups of that nature, but to let people know that they are not limited to this one way of thinking. I don’t much care to rely on numbers and statistics to prove or disprove efficacy; I know that for some people AA really gels with them, and that’s fine—if that mode of thinking works for them, it’s what works. What doesn’t work is when struggling, often traumatized people are made to feel like they are broken or “constitutionally incapable” of “working a program.”

I know there’s a kind of taboo about talking about this. Any frank discussion of the 12 step program and movement often results in accusations of “you don’t understand because you’re not a drunk like us” or “you’re not a real alcoholic then” or “your doubt in the program will lead people to die.” First of all, no. We are all human beings, and a lot of us struggle with problems related to the spectrum of dependence and habitual behaviors. A bulimic and a compulsive spender and a gambler and an alcoholic have several key things in common, and it’s not “a disease.” It can be unresolved trauma, or an inability to articulate one’s vulnerabilities, or self-medication. There is no special “alcoholic gene,” though I was often told as a child that when I was an adult, I’d have to “watch myself carefully” because my father had a drinking problem. It is not fair to saddle a child with the expectation that a temporary problem is destined to be a lifelong struggle, or that they will “inherit” their parent’s “disease.” Watching my father struggle with alcohol, and experiencing the way he took his own hurt out on me and my mother, I do not think he was diseased and I do not think that I was destined to become like him. Looking back at him, I see the first child of immigrants who had a lot of pain and anger from a difficult, abusive household and the pressure to fit in with white people while having a distinctly ethnic name. I see a child who grew into a young man who didn’t know how to examine his feelings and took them out on anyone younger and more vulnerable than him—his brother, his daughters. I see a man who never got to know his adult daughter because he never got the help he needed to heal his wounds, because he thought that counseling was weak and resisted any kind of spiritual life beyond listening to the occasional Cliff Richard record. If there was a “disease,” it was because the world he grew up in refused to let men have feelings, refused to let men be small and hurt and vulnerable, that refused to acknowledge that our differences are far outweighed by our similarities.

Second of all, if the commonly suggested solution to ‘addiction’ is a program so fragile that those in it cannot bear to hear criticism, how can it claim to help? You must be able to hear opposition. You must be able to articulate why you are in this place and why it does help you, and you must be able to accept that it is not the only way. I understand the sensitivity of people who are sorting out their lives in a time of crisis, but there seems to be no confidence at all that those people can handle conflicting views. They must split off from people who aren’t “in program” because it might hurt their chances of recovery, even if those people don’t drink; meanwhile, “in program” they are told that if they quit the program or find fault with it, then the alternative is “jail, institutions or death,” still, in this the year of someone else’s lord 2023, from a program whipped up by a guy whose “spiritual awakening” was belladonna, for god’s sake, in the 1930s, before there was television. With a book considered ordained by god, that has only been edited four times in about 90 years, and none of that editing was to take out the chapter “to wives,” which was written by Bill W in the voice of women, with no actual contribution from actual wives of alcoholic men (including his own, who wanted to write the chapter). These are not things that are known necessarily to people who adhere to the program, because looking into it analytically is not encouraged lest it throw the alcoholic all the way to rock bottom. Except that “rock bottom” is the thing that qualifies someone for help. If the disease metaphor actually held true—as it is often held up against cancer as an example of a the kind of illness it is—then this is the equivalent of waiting until stage four cancer to bother getting chemo. And calling oneself an alcoholic for the rest of one’s life, regardless of whether they are drinking or not, is like going back for chemo every week after you’re in remission. It never allows the ability to heal. It doesn’t allow the person with a problem to ever be free of it—they must cage themselves in with it, and the fear of relapse, and stay in a very tight mental space so they never have to learn to intuit things for themselves or trust that they can be upright in the world on their own power, because those first three steps are all about divesting the individual of their power. Sometimes this manifests as not taking responsibility for what the “disease” made them do—and sometimes it’s a lifelong shroud of guilt and a permanent sense of fallibility. There is no interest in moving past the “solution”; it becomes a different kind of mire than that of alcoholism or gambling or sex or whatever you struggle with. This comes with thought stopping cliches like “better addicted to this than the alternative” or “maybe my brain needed washing.” This is, frankly, madness.

The TL;DR here is that if you don’t want to relegate yourself to this life but still get help, you can. Please consider:

- SMART Recovery

- The Freedom Model

- The Satanic Temple Sober Faction

- the works of Dr. Lance Dodes and Dr. Gabor Mate

- opening up to people who don’t struggle like you do; their perspective is also valuable

Yes, AA is free. Yes, it has been around “forever.” But it is also unregulated, run by a board that remains politically neutral (because the problem by their definition is an individual one, not one where systemic injustice and other issues contribute), and has no kind of reportage for individual chapters nor the sponsors who can do and say whatever they like, because there is no training, no discussion of how to handle trauma, no way to vet the person who has decided to take you under their wing. Seek out voices who oppose AA, even if you do think it’s the way for you—those who were in it for years and can talk at length about the traumatic experiences are worthwhile sources for deciding what is right for you. I really like Tara Grace at UnRecovering with Tara Grace—she speaks frankly about her life and why AA was harmful for her.

You are not “constitutionally incapable of being honest with yourself” if AA doesn’t work for you. It just may not work for you. The phrase “it works if you work it” is an empty tautology that puts the onus on you to do things that may not make any sense to you based on other variables like neuroatypicality (ask an AuDHD person if Al-Anon made sense. That’s me, and no, it didn’t) and then blames you for it if you can’t “get it.” Consider this: a light switch works if you work it. Working it in this case involves flipping the switch. You can flip that switch all day long and it’s “working” the light. But if the lightbulb burns out and you have no idea where the other lightbulbs are, or don’t have a ladder to reach and replace it, then no amount of flipping the switch will make it work.

To end: if it does work for you, that’s fine. But it does not work for all, and if you can’t respect that—or you continue to proselytize as the 12th step implores you to do—then you are pushing a limited scope on people who actually need human connection without condition, not a “one-size fits all” structure that falls apart upon the least amount of scrutiny.

[one-abuse-survivor]

I recently remembering a conversation I had with my mother when i was about 12-ish where earlier in the week I mentioned some things kids at school did with their parents.

She sat me down and explained the research she's done into parenting styles and outcomes (she said the books she had in the bookshelf in the room contained the information) and how a parenting style called "purposeful neglect" was what she believed raised the best kids.

Where basically she interacts with my life as little as possible, including with transportation and stuff, so I figure things out myself. That's why I never had homework help, made my own meals (other than supper, which I eventually began doing at some point but I'm sure she does it mostly for my dad), and why when I was younger I was allowed to spend nearly 24/7 in a forest near our street (plus other stuff, lol). She really emphasized the benefits of the parenting style of "purposeful neglect" (the exact name she called it) so it seemed good.

It made perfect sense when I was younger because she did that thing where she talked to me like an adult, so I felt really important learning this "big secret" most parents keep from their kids. Plus I wasn't really able to make friends at school so I didn't really know what their family lives were like. (turns out she sabotaged my friendships if I was able to make them and given the chance).

Turns out I was raised very isolated and the general amount of ignoring I got (medical, emotional, psychological, etc) was on purpose? and idk how to feel about that. Like yeah I taught myself a lot of skills (sewing, homework, special interests, cooking, basic gardening, navigation, extremely basic levels of foraging, etc) but ittttttttttttt seems odd I guess looking back?

idk is purposeful neglect a real parenting style that's had research and published books advocating it? is that "normal" to any degree?

thanks!

I want to start this by saying that although I do have some knowledge about certain parenting/teaching/child-rearing styles, I'm in no way an expert on them, so please take that into account.

That being said, I do not believe neglect is ever the right way to raise a child, even (especially) if the neglect is intentional. Sure, children need to be allowed autonomy, especially as they get older, so they have a chance to figure things out on their own. That's how we grow up feeling ready to handle adulthood, when we don't always have someone showing us what to do (this is also why helicopter parenting isn't good—because it teaches you learned helplessness and that you need others' instructions and approval to function). But we need to know someone is there if it gets too much. We need to know we are not alone against the world, and we are deserving of asking for help.

There is such a thing as letting your child have autonomy and face an age-appropriate level of challenge without immediate help, but still being there if it gets too much for your child to handle alone. Knowing that your parents/caregivers will be there if you get scared or overwhelmed is how you grow up with the confidence to try and explore things on your own, because you'll have an emotional safety net if you fall. And this is also vital for growing up knowing how to ask for help, as opposed to feeling like a burden or a failure if you need to rely on others.

No matter how much she rationalised/justified it to herself and to you, or how good her intentions were, I do think what your mother did to you is extremely neglectful and potentially very damaging and abusive. Also, her sabotaging your friendships was also really messed up, and so was neglecting your medical and emotional needs.

And, nonnie, no Google search result I've found lists this sort of parenting or any sort of research on it. But even if this was a parenting style that someone has defined and defended, that wouldn't automatically make it good. People design and defend terrible, abusive, and damaging methods for raising and educating children all the time.

I'm really sorry you went through all this. It might have helped you develop some skills you wouldn't have learnt otherwise, but it sounds incredibly emotionally damaging, and you deserved better. And, as I said before, it is possible to learn autonomy and to take care of yourself/trust your own decisions while also trusting that your parents will be there when you need help and support.

Sending a big virtual hug your way ❤️

[touyaspeach]

Bakugou Katsuki as a father....

A/N ; I wrote this for @katonshoko because I just so adore torturing my friends.

Warnings ; literally just fluff. Like? Katsuki as a father who adores his child levels of fluff.

The first time Katsuki holds your newborn, he cries. She is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen as the early morning light filters through hospital blinds onto her chubby cheeks. She's swaddled in a soft pink blanket and sleeping peacefully in his strong, warm arms. And he cries. Not a lot; not openly sobs. A few tears roll down his cheeks and that's all. But for Katsuki it's monumental. And he knew in that moment that he would go to the ends of the earth for her.

The first word she speaks is "dada" and when Katsuki hears it for the first time, the smile that breaks across his face and shows off his perfect teeth almost brings you to tears. He's beautiful like this, doting on your daughter and not holding anything back. Letting her and only her see the truth behind his emotions.

On her first day of Kindergarten, Katsuki takes her to school. Her little pink backpack covered with Dynamight keychains makes his heart melt. She'd insisted on them to show off her "super hero dad!" "Alright, and if anyone gives you trouble, what do you say?" He asks. "Shut up, extra!" her tiny voice bubbles as she giggles enthusiastically. Katsuki grins with a chuckle of his own. "That's my girl." and kisses the side of her head before she bounds off.

Katsuki never thought he'd be grateful for Deku as much as he is. Because it's Deku who keeps watch when Katsuki's away on important business. It's Deku who texts him every hour with updates. You will never know about this arrangement, because Katsuki doesn't want to worry you. It's just an extra piece of mind to have the godfather of his child looking out for you both.

Uncle Eiji is the best with her; and he often babysits for you so the both of you can have date nights. Katsuki will never tell him, but he's glad that Kirishima is a fixture in his daughter's life. He can teach her what a real man is supposed to look like.

All of the bakusquad adores her. Mina can spend hours playing with her and talking about nothing, Denki knows all the right music to play to have her excited and having fun, Hanta always sneaks her extra treats when he thinks you aren't looking. She grows up with more love than Katsuki ever had, and he makes it a point not to treat her the way his mom treated him.

Oh, how he dotes on her. Everyone is surprised at just how good he is with her, considering his usual disdain for kids. "It's different when they're yours." he'd say. He peppers her chubby cheeks with kisses before tucking her in tight. He'll hum softly to help her sleep. Even though he's got hero work, he always has fresh bento made and packed for her.

He's such a good dad. And when she acts out, or gets in trouble, you're surprised at how patient he is. He's learned from his own childhood how you shouldn't treat a child.

But Katsuki can't contain his excitement when she manifests her quirk. his quirk. The exact replica of his quirk; and he's so happy because he knows how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do to foster her growth and be a good influence.

He teaches her that even if her quirk is strong, that she should use it to save people.

Katsuki cries when she gets into UA. She doesn't see it, but you do this time. It's not the silent falling tears of holding the newborn, but the quiet sobs of realizing that he didn't totally fuck her life up. That he wasn't a shitty parent like his own. That for once in his life he managed to do something good

When she meets a boy in her class, Katsuki is the typical "touch my daughter and I will actually murder you" kind of dad. The boy has to prove himself to be worthy enough to date the Dynamight's daughter.

It's Katsuki who has a special shelf in his office just for picture books; binders of memories that he would never want to forget.

By graduation, Katsuki has lost most of his hearing. It's what happens when your quirk is literally explosions. He hates the way the hearing aids look, but it's worth it to hear her speech. This is the third time he cries and the only time he doesn't care if anyone sees.

He's just so proud of his daughter. Of this wonderful young woman he raised with the love of his life. Katsuki has accomplished much in his life; but as she accepts her diploma, he realizes that she is his greatest achievement.

And when he walks her down the aisle, his smile is infectious. He's so happy she's marrying a wonderful person that he actually approves of, that you approve of. Someone that makes her just as happy as you make him. He has to turn his hearing aids up to hear the vows, but it's worth it. She was worth it.

Every moment with her, every moment with you was worth everything to him.

Katsuki never thought he could find it in himself to love one person, much less two. But here he is, brimming with adoration for the daughter before him and the lover at his side.

[caffeinateddays]

For more headcanons, Rainw with an adopted kid who has chronic pain ?

i was rushing to get all of my summer homework before school started up again, but i'm back now. thanks for suggesting, not to mention your patience!

once raine whispers has decided that they want to become a parent, they are set on adopting a child. they've hired the best adoption professional on the boiling isles, taken parenting class after parenting class, and passed the required homestudy with flying colors.

raine meets you in their adoption agency a few months later. you think that they're forcing a good impression in front of the workers, as were many of the hopeful people that have passed your case by. this notion is set aside by the second half of your encounter: they're genuine in all that they do.

after a month of visits in that controlled environment, you're officially placed in their care. raine welcomes you with open arms, showing you around their house. everything you could possibly need is reachable and at your disposal; anything else that you might want is just a question away.

"hey, sorry if this is too much to ask—" raine sets down whatever was occupying them before, looking you straight in the eye. "i'd jump in the boiling sea if you really wanted me to." "i was just wondering if you had any more towels." "bathroom closet, right side of the second shelf up." "thanks," you go to leave them be. then, you stop in your tracks. “wait...what did you—"

raine basically spoils you. but, they make sure you have a manageable list of chores if you're able to handle some. they'll keep you to tasks with limited movement if any at all, no heavy lifting, with as many breaks as you need. raine never forces you to go out and run errands. if your body needs to rest, you're going to be resting.

you can count on them to keep your health records in order and pick up your medication on the dot. if you need any special equipment, they're going to get state-of-the-art technology. physical therapy appointments are commonplace. so are visits to the psychologist.

they'll make sure you can manage your chronic pain. raine's already quite knowledgeable about your condition, having spent days reading up on the science behind it before you came fully into their life. but books can only teach so much; raine reaches out for your daily experience just as they had done when they were restricted to visits.

but now, there's nothing withheld. you tell them everything. the pain, how it doesn’t spare you any niceties. and once that stream eventually runs dry, raine drops the pen and paper and only listens as you talk late into night. you tell them about your every hope and desire, all your aspirations and ambitions.

your head has been resting still on their shoulder for some time already, their head leaning on yours. “i’ll be here in the morning,” raine murmurs as your eyes finally fall shut. a smile graces raine’s lips. they press a kiss your forehead. “sweet dreams, kid.”

you now stand in front of the court judge finalizing your adoption, a year since you were first brought home. it is in this moment that raine vows to beat the odds. they are going to help you live every dream you've wished upon.

[tchallasbabymama]

Ready

Hey y’all, here’s a request I got a while ago for M’Baku with a breeding kink. I hope I did you proud, anon! More oneshot requests coming soon. Next up: T’Challa in heat❤️‍🔥! Enjoy, and check out my masterlist when you’re done so you can read my other oneshots and series.

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Rada gazed at herself in the mirror as she finished applying a moisturizing serum to her face. Her eyes fell to her stomach and a tiny smile lifted the corners of her mouth, making the slight dimple in her left cheek come out of hiding. That sweet, longing smile turned mischievous when she locked eyes with her reflection and she went over her plan in her head. She was finally ready to take the plunge and become a parent, and she knew her husband, M’Baku, would be more than excited. In their three years of marriage, he never pressured her, but he was very vocal about the fact that he wanted to be a father. Truth be told, part of Rada wanted to have children a couple of years ago, but her fear of raising a child in this fucked up world kept her from going any further. That fear wasn’t completely gone, but it had waned enough for Rada to feel comfortable telling her husband she was ready.

She straightened the lace hem of her red silk nightie and took one last glance at herself before exiting the bathroom. M’Baku sat up on his side of the bed, nose deep in his latest read as Rada posed awkwardly in the doorframe.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yes, love?” he asked without looking up from the page.

Rada rolled her eyes and made her way over to the bed. “What are you reading?”

“A new thriller from Ade Mustafa. Just came out yesterday,” M’Baku mumbled as his eyes scanned each word like it held a secret. Rada crawled onto the bed and pulled the book from his hand. He grumbled in protest until he looked up and saw what his gorgeous wife was wearing and his eyes lit up. Rada placed his book facedown on the nightstand and pulled off his reading glasses.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“You do not look like you just want to talk,” he grumbled as he planted a kiss on her collarbone, making her giggle. His strong hands traveled up her thighs and rested on her hips, gripping her tight.

“I had to get your attention somehow.” Rada stroked the back of his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I am sorry, my love. What do you want to talk about.”

“Children.”

M’Baku’s eyebrows shot up, making his forehead crinkle as he blinked in surprise.

“Ok...what about them?” he asked, trying not to get his hopes up over where the conversation might lead.

“I know you have wanted to be a baba for a while now, and I appreciate you waiting for me to catch up,” she started. “But I think I am ready now.”

“You think, or you are? If you need more time-”

“No, I am sure...You have given me so much over the years, and I want to give you a child.”

Seconds passed as M’Baku just stared at his wife in awe. A goofy, gap-toothed grin slowly took over his face, but Rada could feel that he was excited in more than one way. His girthy member hardened beneath her, and she knew she was in for it tonight.

“That is the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” M’Baku growled into her neck as he peppered it with kisses. “When do you want to start?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment, and he paused his assault on her neck to watch her wheels turn. However, he didn’t have to wait long. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it as soon as possible. “How about now?”

M’Baku’s already blinding smile stretched from ear to ear, and a deep rumbling erupted from within his chest. He flipped them over so that he laid on top of her and buried his face in her neck again, whispering in her ear between kisses.

“You want to have my baby?”

“Yes,” she giggled.

“Mmm.”

M’Baku’s hands roamed Rada’s body as he took in her scent. He couldn’t wait to feel her body changing as she grew his seed. He began salivating just thinking about her widening hips and growing belly. M’Baku’s fingers found their way between Rada’s legs, and she spread them wide to grant him access. He found her clit with ease, and she let out a low moan as he circled it slowly.

“I have been waiting for you to say that for years, Rada.”

“I know, I-” she began to apologize when he cut her off.

“Shhh, it is ok,” he pulled back to look her in her big doe eyes, “You needed to take your time...just like how I am going to take my time with you tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Rada teased with a smirk on her face.

“Mhm,” he nodded before pecking her lips softly. “And I am not pulling out, either.”

Rada bit her lip in excitement and wrapped her legs around his waist. It wasn’t often that she got to feel her husband release inside of her since they were trying to be careful, but she secretly loved when they slipped up. Despite her apprehension towards having children, Rada had always had a cum kink of sorts. She could orgasm just from the feeling of his dick pulsating inside her as he emptied himself into her warmth. Just the thought of it was enough to set her off, but now she would get to feel it without any fear. Rada was ready. She wanted it, and her husband was more than willing to give it to her.

“You can cum in me as much as you want, my chief.”

A deep growling erupted from M’Baku’s chest as he crashed his lips to hers, their tongues dancing together in a waltz they had perfected over the years. Rada’s hips bucked as she felt his thick fingers enter her, and she whimpered into M’Baku’s mouth as he slowly dragged them back and forth over her g-spot. Her hips wound against him as the palm of his hand stimulated her aching pearl, and just when she felt the dam about to break, he removed his fingers.

“M’Baku,” Rada whined, making him chuckle.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“I want you inside me.”

“And you will get your wish. Be patient,” he whispered against her lips.

Rada rolled her eyes and poked out her lip in protest, but it just made him chuckle some more. He nipped at her lip before kissing down to her neck, making her shudder as his tongue brushed over her favorite spot. His hands traveled up her body and skillfully slid her lingerie up and over her head as his eyes landed on her supple breasts. His mind flashed to the image of them engorged with milk for their child, and before he knew it, his lips were wrapped around her erect nipples. Rada stroked the back of his head as he went back and forth between them, teasing with his tongue and lightly tugging with his teeth. M’Baku always paid special attention to her breasts, but this time felt different. It eventually clicked for Rada, and she decided to play along.

“They are going to get bigger, you know?”

“Mmmhm,” M’Baku groaned with a mouth full of titty.

“And you will have to share so I can feed our baby.”

A shockwave traveled down M’Baku’s body and straight to his hardening member as he longed to taste her. He sucked harder as though he were determined to pull milk from her, and Rada keened from the sensation. Her nipples were sensitive, and she almost came again, but he removed himself at the last second once more.

Rada’s breathing slowed as he kissed down her stomach, landing just below her belly button. M’Baku lightly dusted his fingers over her soft skin as he thought of the child they would make together. As if she could read his mind, Rada smiled softly and caressed his bearded cheek. Their eyes met, but no words were exchanged as he planted a soft kiss over her womb. His kiss was a “thank you” and a blessing all in one, and she felt the love radiating from where his lips touched her skin. It tingled, and the feeling expanded to cover her whole body as the warmth of his passion settled into her bones. Rada let out a sigh as he continued his descent to her treasure trove, and she jumped when she felt his mouth envelop her vulva. The flat of his tongue lapped up her juices as she squirmed, but he shot her a fierce warning glance, and she stopped moving immediately. M’Baku hated being disturbed when eating his favorite meal.

“Mmm, my chief,” Rada moaned, “I-I want to feel you ins-”

M’Baku slapped her inner thigh, and she yelped.

“Tell me what to do again, and I will be the only one getting a release tonight,” he mumbled with his lips dusting over her clit.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Now, be good for your chief so I can put this baby in you.”

M’Baku’s skilled tongue had Rada struggling to control herself. She tried her best to stay still, but he had to forcefully hold her legs open so his tongue could explore her folds. He brought her to the edge over and over but denied himself her sweet nectar.

“Baby,” Rada whined as tears fell from her eyes. “Please let me cum for you.”

M’Baku kissed her pussy one last time before crawling up her body and kissing her upper lips. Rada moaned at the sweet taste of her on his tongue and the wetness of his beard, but just as she began to lose herself, he pulled back. M’Baku could see the anger on her face, and it amused him.

“You made me wait three years for this day, and you think I am going to let you get what you want so easily? No. You cum with my dick inside you and nowhere else. Understood?”

“Yes, my chief,” she sighed in defeat.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again and looked deep into her chestnut eyes. “Now, are you ready for me?”

Rada nodded enthusiastically.

“I bet,” he snickered. “You think your pretty pussy can handle all I have to give?”

“Mmm, yes, chief M’Baku.”

A fire burned behind his eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward. She bloomed for him and enveloped him in her warmth, making him moan as he seated himself inside her. M’Baku stilled, allowing Rada to revel in the feeling of him stretching her walls. They stayed like that for a while, gazing lovingly into each others’ eyes and feeling the other’s soft skin beneath their fingertips. Moments passed before M’Baku started to grind his hips, stirring Rada’s insides as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You, mmm, you f-feel so good.”

“Because you fit me so well, my love.”

M’Baku withdrew his hips and thrust forward with such restrained power that Rada yelped and dug her nails into his back. He groaned at the feeling and thrust forward again and again, finding the perfect rhythm and playing her body like a drum.

“M’Baku-”

“Who?” he sneered as he sat up without missing a beat. He looked down at her body, tits bouncing around as he pounded into her, and smirked, “You forget yourself.”

“I’m-”

“Did I say speak?!” he roared, and Rada shook her head frantically. She tried to give him her best puppy-dog eyes, but he was immune in this state. Lustful fear clouded Rada’s face as she felt his large hand wrap around her throat, and M’Baku grinned darkly when he felt her contract around him. “You like that, huh?”

Rada could only nod as his precise strokes brought her to her limit.

“You want to cum. I can feel it,” M’Baku teased as he tightened his grip. Rada nodded again with her bottom lip between her teeth. She was trying her hardest not to make a sound, but he was determined to make her break his rules. “Why are you holding it? I said you could cum with me inside you, love. So cum on my fucking dick.”

He dug even deeper, and Rada’s body shook as she erupted all over him. Her constricting walls pulled her husband right along with her, and the moment he let go of her throat, she wailed. Rada could feel every pulsation as he emptied himself into her, and she wound her hips up against his to stimulate her clit. She came again, and M’Baku smiled down at her as she convulsed.

“There you go. Now, does that not feel better?”

Rada looked at him with uncertainty, and M’Baku realized she was waiting for permission.

“You may speak,” he ordered through a smug smirk.

“Thank you, my chief.”

“Mmm, for what?”

“For letting me cum.”

“And?”

“And for rewarding me.”

M’Baku leaned down and kissed Rada’s forehead.

“You are more than welcome, love. Now turn over,” he said with a slap to her thigh. He removed himself from her, still erect and dripping with their combined fluids, and watched in amusement as Rada’s face twisted up at the loss of contact.

Rada loved the sting of his palm against her skin and decided she wanted more. She knew M’Baku could be a very impatient man when he was in the mood, so to tease him a little, she took her time rolling over. Before she could even get on her side, Rada heard a deep bark and felt M’Baku’s heavy hand come down on her behind. She yelped at the pain, but the sensation was quickly replaced by that same heavy hand kneading her flesh.

“I know you are toying with me, Rada.”

“I would never,” she gasped.

Rada tried to hold in her giggles but failed at her attempt. Of course, M’Baku saw the way the corners of her mouth struggled to lay still, and he decided to give her something to laugh about. He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips before delving deep inside her once more. This time, he took no prisoners, and Rada’s screams filled the air as he plowed into her. The smile never left her face as he slapped her ass repeatedly or when he grabbed her short coils and pulled her back flush against him. M’Baku’s length reached deep inside her from every angle, making the smile on her face a permanent fixture. However, he felt he could find a better use for her mouth.

“Vula,” he commanded, and she opened wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go. M’Baku snaked his two long fingers in her mouth, and she closed her lips around them, sucking them the way she would the thick appendage that was currently wrecking her insides. “Mmm, I love that you do not have a gag reflex anymore.”

Rada sucked even harder as his other hand squeezed her hip. M’Baku pulled his fingers out with a “pop” and immediately brought them down between her legs. Her moans grew louder as he toyed with her, and moments later, she released around him again. Rada’s body went limp and he let her fall to the bed, but he didn’t stop. He licked up her spine as he leaned over her spent form, making goosebumps appear on her skin.

“You are not tapping out on me, are you?”

“N-no, my chief, I- oooh, yes!” Rada screamed as he dropped his weight on her.

“Good. One more, then you get a break. Ok, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

M’Baku’s hips picked up the pace as she anchored herself to the sheets with her face almost completely buried in the soft pillows. His fingers intertwined with hers and she held onto him for dear life. Rada could tell he was close, so she lifted her hips just a little bit, and wound back on him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Here it comes. You ready?” he growled in her ear, and the vibrations traveled straight to her pussy as she bit her lip and nodded.

“Give it to me.”

M’Baku fucked her through his orgasm, not letting up until he had finished filling her. He slowly ground his hips into hers as they came down from their high, and he rolled over to the side, taking her with him. They laid like that, cuddled up together and listening to each other breathe with his dick still pulsating inside her, for who knows how long. Eventually, the haze of lust lifted slightly, and M’Baku slowly pulled out of Rada, marveling at the sheer amount of his seed that slowly dripped out of her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she turned around to face him.

“What is it?” Rada asked, then followed his line of sight down to her dripping pussy. “Fuck…”

She rolled over on her back and her eyes traveled to his dick. It was still hard and dripping with their cum, and Rada’s mouth began to salivate. He knew what she wanted, and watched as she scooted down the bed and began licking their juices from his impressive length. Slurps filled the air as she took him down her throat, determined to get every last drop.

“Mmm, suck it just like that,” M’Baku moaned as his fingers tangled up in her tapered curls. She smiled up at him, and his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He felt himself nearing the edge, and an idea struck him; he wasn’t going to waste a single drop. As soon as he felt the sensation rising within him, he pulled her off of him and pushed her back onto the bed, quickly climbing on top and entering her with such fervor that she cried out to the heavens. He made it just in time, and emptied himself into her depths as he strummed her clit. Rada’s overstimulated pussy couldn’t take it, and she was pulled right along with him.

M’Baku kissed all over her face and neck as their breathing slowed down once more.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Rada pulled him into a passionate kiss, and they explored each others’ mouths for a moment before he tore his lips away from hers.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he rested his forehead on hers.

“You are more than welcome, my love.”

As usual, M’Baku pulled himself from her, and got up to go run a bath, but this time he just stood there, taking in her form.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, but her concerns quickly went away when a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Boy or girl?”

Rada stood and held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes.

“That does not matter to me. All that matters is that they are made with love.”

“That they will be.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead before taking her hand in his and leading her to the bathroom.

Rada sat on the edge of the tub and let her mind wander while she halfway watched him fill it with bath salts and warm water. She couldn’t help but picture M’Baku and their child. He would probably be the type to talk to her belly before they even made it into the world, and when they got here she had no doubt that their baba would be overprotective. No matter what, though, she knew he’d love their child more than anything in this world, and that brought her peace as her eyes wandered to her reflection again. She pictured herself pregnant with his undoubtedly big-headed baby and knew she had made the right choice. It was time for them to start a family.

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[dontcallmecarrie]

tfw you only realize you hit ‘save as draft’ instead of post months after the fact, bc Shit Keeps Happening.

also...this AU was not supposed to have this much family drama, I swear, my brain’s just. Stuck atm. Schrödinger’s canon, I guess? With godawful parenting and implied mature themes relating to infidelity, because Justin’s father is a special sort of bastard and his mother, as it turns out, isn’t much better

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Justin Hammer hung up the phone, and let out a slow breath.

“Isn’t it supposed to be that the older you get, the more you understand your parents?” They asked nobody in particular, even as they rubbed their temples. “How is that the opposite is going on here?”

Justin had already known their parents weren’t the greatest— but dearly beloved fuck, what the hell was wrong with these people? 

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Justin hadn’t ever touched a parenting book in his life, but he was still certain he was doing a better job of than either of his current genetic donors. 

At the very least, he was on the same continent as Steph, which was more than could be said for their mother— and the worst part was that his little sister didn’t even see anything wrong with that. 

Just. Accepted that their mom was enjoying all that the Caribbean had to offer, and thought that they were lucky if they got as much as a two-minute phone call in a month, and it infuriated Justin because if it’d been just him, he could handle it, but Steph was a kid.

A kid who’d grown up seeing nannies far more than her own parents, and Justin tried his best to be there but there was only so much he could do when their father kept throwing tutors at him like there was some sort of formula to getting his only son to be a child prodigy— which was a whole other mess, but not the point. 

Justin was no expert in child development, or parenting, but...even the bare minimum would’ve been enough, and these people couldn’t even manage that.

Wait, no, that wasn’t quite right: more like these people couldn’t even bother to try.

[There were families out there, who worked themselves to the bone, who went to bed hungry because that’s what it took to make ends meet— who did their best to stay together, keep their children warm and safe in a cold and uncaring world. Why, why couldn’t Justin have been born to them again instead?]

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Before, Justin’d had at least some tolerance for this sort of thing. Had been able to accept the fact that their parents’d had kids because that was the socially-expected thing to do, rather than out any particular desire to do so. 

It hadn’t been a fun realization, but it was a fact of life he had to live with. 

...so why did Justin’s temper get so much shorter with their parents? Sure, he had very high standards for himself, but that didn’t explain his newfound willingness to go head-to-head against the people responsible for his birth. Why the little things suddenly grated at him, when he’d shrugged them off for years; why, with every day that ticked by, it got harder to find even a modicum of respect for his parents.

Harder and harder, to remind himself to be the adult in the situation, even if nobody else was.

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Okay, that was it.

Justin’s father was a misogynistic piece of shit who chased every skirt in a ten-mile radius, and they’d been tangentially aware of it before but this was getting ridiculous. 

If they’d known the first thing they’d be seeing after coming back home for the holidays was this bullshit, they’d have just stayed at boarding school, image be damned. 

“I didn’t know you were so close the yoga instructor, father,” Justin remarked not a minute after she’d left, and very pointedly didn’t say anything else.

It was a good thing Steph had wanted to call some of her friends before dealing with their parents; if she hadn’t, they both would’ve walked right into a very compromising situation and there was no way that would’ve ended well because this bastard was disgustingly shameless and Justin would never be able to look at that couch the same way again, ugh. 

“Why are you and mother still together, again?” They continued, frigidly polite as always when dealing with the jackass responsible for half their genetic material, only to get a dismissive scoff.

Right. 

Image was everything, and hell would freeze over before anyone found out the Hammers were anything other than a picture-perfect Christian family. Grandfather had even gone to the trouble of writing it into his will, because the Hammers were nothing if not petty and spiteful bastards to the grave.

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Justin didn’t know when exactly they’d started compiling their list of blackmail material. When they started mentally chanting, ‘do it because it’ll be useful later’, rather than give into the urge to throw away every last speck of civility they’d ever had and start throwing hands.

...normally, though, it was because of their father’s latest stunt, rather than their mother’s actions.

“Is that what she told you?” They asked, again, and Steph crossed her arms with a glare and she looked the most shaken they’d ever seen her oh, hello, rage, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?

“Right, like she’s got any room for talk, we’re just here for summer but she—”

“Steph.” Something in their voice must’ve given them away, because their little sister stopped short. “Did she really—”

They couldn’t even say it.

“Take my sketchbook and say I need to watch my attitude, or else I’ll be going to finishing school instead? Yeah.” Steph managed to get out, before her breath hitched in a way that made Justin’s heart lurch for a moment because damn it, couldn’t one parent be half competent for once?

This was the sort of conversation kids were supposed to be having with a trusted adult. Someone who actually had their shit together, who knew that they were doing, not a teenager flying by the seat of their pants with nothing but a handful of echoes of another world going for them. 

But here they were.

By all rights, Steph shouldn’t need to be looking to them for answers. Shouldn’t have ever developed that habit in the first place, but their goddamn parents—

Justin let out another slow breath, and wrapped up their younger sister in that side-hug they’d perfected in childhood, the one she could shrug off in a heartbeat but was nevertheless the wordless promise of “if nothing else, I’m here, I care, please, let me help” that was the only comfort they could offer and sure enough—

Steph buried her face in their shoulder, and Justin didn’t know how to feel about the fact that she’d learned how to cry silently sometime when they weren’t looking.

“I hate this fucking family.” She muttered, and Justin let out a slow breath.

“Don’t worry, Steph. I’ll take care of it.”

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Another day, another fight, another round of having to play mediator for two grown adults instead of run off to ‘enjoy the beach’ [read: get the hell out of dodge] the way Steph and some of her friends had.

Goodness, Justin was so tired.

“—nk I didn’t notice the way you were looking at the concierge, have you no shame—”

“—posed to be a family vacation where we’re enjoying ourselves you harpy, and you don’t see me complaining about the way you—”

“You know,” Justin said, and felt absurdly proud of how level their voice sounded considering how hastily they’d had to lunge across the room to slam the hallway door shut to keep the rest of the floor from hearing, “I’m probably going to start charging, if you keep on getting yourselves into these messes.”

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In retrospect, Justin’s parents truly had no one to blame but themselves for how things ended.

No one else to blame, when their sorely neglected daughter turned her back on them completely. No one else to blame, when their son, the child they’d pressured and manipulated and done their level best to force him to become someone else entirely.

Someone who didn’t hesitate to blackmail his own family when push came to shove; someone whose morals had started out grey and only went downhill from there, and by the age of twenty-five was already well on his way to amassing a following that rendered him nigh untouchable.

A criminal mastermind, with a craving for power and few compunctions about how he went about getting it.